Pokemon: Cherry Blossoms & Warriors

Chapter 1: 3/7 ~intro~

Once Upon a time in the Galar region, there existed a group of elite trainers that were independent from the Pokémon league. Self titled as, "The Warriors", these 7 trainers became famous in the region for not only their exceptional skill in battles, but also their colorful personalities that have painted the entirety of galar with bright layers of pink, blue, green, purple and red. The group became friends 6 years ago through an online social media website called Pokegram, and they've been like a second family to each other ever since. Once they all met in person, that's when history began to be made. Showing off their abilities through various tournaments,  word began to spread about a group of close friends that were deadly with Pokémon. Before you knew it, they made a name for themselves.

With exceptional displays being shown across the region, it was inevitable that the Pokémon league would reach out to them. But despite offers for positions as gym leaders and elite 4 members, every member of the group declined. They unanimously decided that they didn't need the league to validate their abilities and quite frankly, they didn't want to bother with battling a bunch of random ass bitches with attitudes and high egos. They need their personal time, and living a life full of Pokémon battles just isn't their forte. So what IS their personal life like? What are the warriors, one of the most renowned and iconic group of trainers in Pokémon history, doing on a daily basis?

Well....it goes a little something like this.

"YOU TRIED IT HOE, THAT SHIT AIN'T WORK!!!"

"YOU CALL HIM BAE,  I FUCKED HIM FIRST!!!"

"I TOOK HIS CHECK, YOU GOT A PURSE!!!!"

"HE PAY MY BILLS, YOUR ASS AT WORK!!!!!"

The tables of the Pokedonalds shook. Shook with the vibrato of an opera singer. Drinks turned into tsunami waves of coke, pepsi and sprite, crashing into tabletops and the marble floors. If the liquid wasn't dancing on top of the shaking tables, it was becoming a huge floor hazard as well as an airborne projectile attacking innocent women and children. Employees were either shocked, furious or laughing their asses off. Customers were enraged, sobbing profusely and a select few were enjoying the hot mess that was laid out before them. On the right hand corner of the restaurant, there was a large speaker blasting, "You Tried It" by The City Girls. Around the table the speaker was on were 3 figures screaming the lyrics and twerking. The trio consisted of 2 boys and 1 girl. 

It was all fun and games until the manager stormed out onto the scene, his voice loud enough to overpower the madness. The redness in his face translated into the volcanic roar in his voice. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE NOW BEFORE I CALL THE COPS!!!!!!", he screamed. Laughing but also realizing it might be time to go, the 3 gather their things, turn off the speaker and flee the scene. After coming outside of the Pokedonalds, their giggling evolved into hysterical laughter. 

"YOOOO WE HAD THEM BITCHES DEADDD!", cackled the girl. With glowing dark skin, long black hair with a red beanie on, dressed in a refined school girl outfit with a jacket, polo shirt and tie paired with a simple skirt, she was Rella Moon. A natural leader with a wild side, her comedic ways have put in her in some controversy since she has a history of trolling and exaggerating her feelings just for shits and giggles. She was the one that planned the craziness that just took place. "HHHOOOO MAH GEEEYYY!!! That was funny as SHIT! FAWK!!", said one of the two boys. He's feminine in stature, adorning pink rimmed glasses and a pink headband that sits below his clean waves. With an all pink outfit on with a fluffy jacket hanging off his arms, it's easy to tell what his favorite color was. His dark skin helps the pink pop out, with a thick coat of glittery lip gloss on his lips being the finishing touch to his look. His name is Jikari Valentine, a self proclaimed idol master and lover of all things cute and pink.  He's a whole clown that, while maybe not doing a lot of messy things, sure likes to partake in it and get a good laugh. 

"Honestly I wish that fat stacked body bitch did call the cops on us, I mean shit we got away with making all that noise without a scratch! These bitches pussy bro. Whatever I don't care, that shit was funny as fuck!!", Laughed the final member of this trio. With semi long blonde hair adding a glow to his tan skin, the bold boy took his hand out of the pocket of his dark blue varsity jacket to scratch his head. With some blue jeans and a pair of fly ass Jordan's on, this guy had bad boy energy radiating through him. His name is Matthew Taylor, an unapologetic dude with a strong tongue that can be a real sweetheart or a real asshole, depending on if you're on his good side or bad side. One thing should be known though, and that is the fact that he adores his friends and is a true ride or die. The 3 teens walked off and headed toward a large house east of Motostoke city. 

These 3...are part of the warriors.

Some people are star struck, some people pass them by with judgement, and some approach them and ask for a Pokémon battle. Regardless of what kind of attention they attract, they don't give a fuck. This group of friends are about as unbothered as you can get, and if they do manage to care about someone's opinion, they don't go easy. They also have each other to ease any tension that may arise when their status starts to bother them. Living in Motostoke, they quickly became the Talk of the city and the main stand out feature of the area. "Home to The Warriors", they say. Whether or not all this attention is a good thing or bad thing depends on who you ask. Rella adores it, especially when she can piss people off by doing barely anything. Matthew sometimes enjoys it cause it gives him access to meet sexy ass guys and girls, but he's hardly impressed with most of the people that try and hit on him, as well as being equally unimpressed with any challengers he gives the time of day to. You could say he's so so. Jikari isn't the biggest fan of all the attention, mainly because he gets uncomfortable with people staring at him and gets really irritated when complete strangers have an opinion on him even though they've never had a conversation. But thanks to his friends, he keeps his cool and manages to stay sane in midst of all the shit that goes down. As for the others? Well, you gotta meet them first!

After approaching the large house, Rella takes her keys out of her pocket and quickly finds a house key. Putting it into the lock, she pushes the door open and happily welcomes the cool indoor air. 

"WE BACK Y'ALL!!"

[Authors Note: Welcome to the fabulous world of the warriors! I hope everyone enjoys this fun little project I'm doing just for the hell of it, and if you end up really liking this story I will feel very honored and special~ Side note: this version of galar is not xenophobic and all Pokémon regardless of that dexit bullshit are eligible to show up in this fanfic. So don't come at me about that shit.]